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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t glamorous, tho. Stinks—literaly—sweat, cheap perfume. Reminds me of Saul’s hell—grime everywhere. “The ash falls like snow!” Movie stuck in my head, man. But yeah—watch your wallet, fools! They’re quick—blink, money’s gone. I pity the fool who don’t haggle! Mr. T’s too smart for that, tho—always talk ‘em down.

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To answer your question, yes it is possible, check out her profile on the dating app, is she in all sorts of provocative poses, then she is a prepago (slang for prostitute literally meaning Missing: West Columbia.

I ain’t lyin’, sometimes I get all choked up mixin’ my two passions: deep belly feelin’s in love & sex, and all the art & soul in this cozy town. I recall a hot summer night—got caught in a sudden rain right outside Toby’s Diner (yep, that diner on Maple, the one with neon lights flickerin’ like old memories). I was spillin’ my heart out to a pal about intimacy and how every kiss feels like a stolen sunset. Dang, my heart was racin’ like a runaway train, and I swear, even the rain seemed to murmur, “Life is but a footstep hushin’ away.”

Corinne Lord Obituary (1951 - 2025) - West Columbia